“You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.”
— Tanya Rose, published in Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems (Volume 1)
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I have been following your blog for about 7 years on and off. Im not as active on tumblr anymore, but every few months i will think of your blog, and happily revisit it. Its usually in the winter time when I think of it the most. When its cold and grey. When the world stands still. I'm overflowed with nostalgia & I inevitably visit your page. I'm not sure why, I'm unable to explain it. Its calming, yet unsettling at the same time. Anyways, I hope you're doing good in life.
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“I know your sorrow and I know that for the likes of us there is no ease for the heart to be had from words or reason and that in the very assurance of sorrow’s fading there is more sorrow. So I offer you only my deeply affectionate and compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on and on with our wounds.”
— Samuel Beckett, The Letters of Samuel Beckett Volume III: 1957-1965
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